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ONE PERCENT SOLUTION . . . (one page per day) Page 80 of 252

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A satire of dysfunctional politics and economic disparity.  

Chapter VIII: Day/Page 80 CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY. . . . Their goal was to have an equal distribution of voting booths everywhere, so that remote empty areas in the middle of nowhere would have the same number of booths per square mile as would dense, sprawling urban cities—what could be fairer than that? Equal was equal, and same was same, they said. So, abetted by a deluge of unlimited campaign contributions, well-financed cabals of political lackeys and professional provocateurs snuck through proposals setting a limit of one voting booth per ten-square miles.

Unfortunately, though, that was too few, and soon begot long lines everywhere on election-day, including in the privileged areas where the wealthy One Percent voted. That rankled the hell out of them, since every elite on the planet had better things to do than wait all day in line to vote; and so the lackeys and provocateurs were sent back to the drawing board to finagle the scheme anew.

Eventually, after a bit of trial and error, the money-backed cabals for the rich were able to settle on the appropriate number of voting booths and polling stations per square mile, whereby the length of time the elites had to wait in line to vote in their affluent, less-populated areas was deemed acceptable; while the length of time that the masses of people had to wait in line in their squalid, more densely-populated areas was—well, who cares!

The One Percent were never going to go to those bedraggled, slum-infested areas anyway, so it really didn’t matter how long the lines were there. In fact, from the Alpha-rich point of view, the longer the lines were in the non-elite areas, the better, since it meant the common masses were more likely to get frustrated, hopefully give up, and ultimately return to their crummy little hovels without voting, which would give greater weight to every Alpha-dog ballot cast; and was precisely what the political lackeys and provocateurs had been paid to achieve from the start. It was money well spent. A good return on investment. What they called a win-win scenario. This was real “representative” democracy at work, they said.

But tortuously-long lines were still not enough to fully realize the representational tilt and skew envisaged by the Alpha-elites, because the intransigent masses—obdurate and unyielding as always—stubbornly persisted in casting their votes, despite the aggravatingly-long lines that they suffered. As one insightful Senator from the south pointed out, when all of his dodgy efforts to disenfranchise poor voters failed to produce the results he desired, slackers, by definition, had nothing better to do than stand around all day in long lines, and so something more exigent had to be employed to subvert and dissuade them from voting.

That prompted the southern Senator and his moneyed friends to redraw voting districts in imaginative, labyrinthine ways—until they looked like Rorschach inkblots—effectively carving out the privileged “Us” from the disenfranchised “Them,” thus ensuring that only those holding an Us point of view could be, and would be, elected from those gerrymandered districts.

Whereas previously a voting district might have   . . .


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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2013 by Gregory James      All rights reserved


About Gregory James

After 20 years working and living overseas, I returned to the US and was disgusted by how partisan and polarized the country had become. Civility and compromise are now quaint things of the past, replaced by intolerance and the rule of extremes. So I gave up a lucrative career for staring at blank pages and searching for words, in the hope that words might help enact change. Stupid. . . . I know! But after 9 months of labor I birthed forth a book, entitled ONE PERCENT SOLUTION. Reminiscent of Vonnegut, with a dash of Saramago and Fforde, this humorous, satirical, often irreverent romp mocks the absurd we accept to be normal, ridicules the ridiculously low bar we set, and challenges all of us to demand more of ourselves by making light of what is sacred that shackles us.


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